My Mate Sent Me to Asylum Chapter 07

My Mate Sent Me to Asylum Chapter 07

I laughed. I couldn’t help it.

“I didn’t do anything wrong. You and Iris framed me together.”

“Charles. The biggest regret of my life is marrying you. And letting Iris anywhere near me.”

My chest heaved.

If people got what they deserved, Charles and Iris would’ve been dead a thousand times over.

“If you want to threaten me, fine. Let’s see if you can handle the fallout.”

I hung up and opened my social media. The account I hadn’t touched in years.

I’d collected all the evidence seven years ago. But Charles took it. Had me locked up. And Iris had her

people watching me the whole time.

[I never ran away seven years ago. And I’m not running now. My evidence was destroyed. I was thrown in

a psych ward. You want the truth? Go find it.]

I posted a video next.

[This is what happened to me in that hospital. The records are with the police.]

People love a scandal. I’d buried this for seven years. All I wanted was to live my life.

But Iris kept poking. So I handed it over to the internet.

I logged off and focused on work. Two more days. Then Landon and I would be gone.

The post exploded.

Some people still called me a liar. Said I was desperate for attention.

Then a fan stepped forward.

[I’ve followed Nova for years. I was at every match. She never cheated.]

A video was attached. My match from seven years ago.

He’d been trying to clear my name for years. His posts barely got a hundred views.

But this time, everyone wanted the truth. The video spread.

People started noticing details.

[Nova didn’t wear a jacket in the first two rounds.]

[She was already winning. Why cheat in the final round?]

The mob that had buried me before had also buried the evidence. Charles’s doing.

But the internet is relentless. More videos surfaced. Footage of the abuse I’d suffered in that hospital

Some people screamed Al. Fake. But the videos checked out. Real. Every frame.

Then things really blew up. And Charles found me.

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